Chapter 78.
Maxwell’s Pov.
I stood by the window in my room, staring at the bustling city while gently swaying the glass of wine in my hand.
My eyes stayed locked on the city, and the only thing that mattered was Clara.
She was sleeping some minutes back when I had gone in to check on her, and now I felt really better knowing that she had the peace of mind to actually sleep.
She has been worried, really worried about her parents, the scandal with Leo, and everything, and seeing her worry broke me.
I was still lost in thought when my phone suddenly buzzed, pulling me out of my trance.
I blinked back gently, taking the phone out of my pocket.
The lawyer.
I moved the phone to my ear after picking up.
“Hello, sir. Good day.”
“Good day,” I replied in my usual calm and collected tone,
